Thursday 15 September 2011

Dear Toby,

I do hope this letter finds you glorious and luxurious.

My son has let me to believe that you have taken great pleasure in finding my soul, and that you were impressed by its moistness and its warmth. I assure you that I have pulled out not only the ceremonial canine but all four and am now speaking lispily, bloodily and in with the voice of the elect. 

I write not to boast, for how can the meagre doings of one such as me impress one such as you, but to show you and your brethren that I am ready; come what may.

G.

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